#tysm for 400 followers!

[weishnie]

♥︎ ͙ ✿ 🫧 ︶⣷.⭐️ thank you so much for the 400 followers, i am grateful for your support ♡ I hope you continue to like my account !! 🩵

☆゜・。。・゜゜blogs i love ! 🫧☘🍓

@jazzitos @nothanxxxxx @wuoper @ni-kishimura @haevrrs @jaes1lvr @disbnad @dewyrka @raeceah @huesudos @hy4k @hyrenl @bisnaguinha @woosies @ultrar @gigittamic @eriguuro @i4219s (no order)

#weishnie #tysm for 400 followers

[i-haerins]

　⌑⌑　　☾　　400+ FOLLOWERS? ♡♡

➥　　　🕶　　　₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎　　　tysm for 400+

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　　　✿　　　⋓　　　❛ literally tysm for 400+ i didn't expect to get 400+ so quickly, ILY ALL SM u guys r so amazing ogmgmgmg ❜

　　/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\　　⑅　　✎ ﹒﹒﹒ fav blogs

　　　　　　✂　　@y-urios @tinyhoshi @y0oni3 @egorls @lorlita @k-yujin @umiena @mi-yeons @starmi09 @raeceah @baesol @fuckici @egorls @mi-yeons @gwryus @jaes1lvr @e-unchaes @dovedi @7hyein + many more but i forgot, im so sorry if i didn't add u here :c ily all ♡

#i-haerins #/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ ₊ ⑅ ˘ ༶ #TYSM FOR 400 FOLLOWERS GOMFMF #ily pookie bears #tysm #you guys are the best #ILY POOKEIS

[chaeneuu]

thank you so much for 400+ followers <3

i actually noticed i hit 400 maybe around a week ago but was too lazy to make a post :')

i just want to say thank you to everyone who's supported me since i've joined tumblr, i know 400 isn't a lot compared to other people lol but i'm really happy that so many people like my moodboards, and i'm super grateful ㅤ♡

i'm not going to tag anyone for this post but to all my moots : tysm for your support, all of your moodboards are amazing and stunning and super cutee <3

and even though i'm not tagging, i just want to acknowledge the blogs i'm inspired by, because that's how i got into making moodboards :)

this sounds like a whole speech lol i'm so sorry that was not on purpose...

#400 followers #tysm #elena talks #random #mini moodboard #yves icons #appreciation post

[bisnaguinha]

#︵ֵ๋⏜ ֶָ֢ ︵ ⴗ᥆ᥙ᳔'ᥐᧉ ꩖⌑۟ ᥨ𖹭𝗏ᧉֵ᪾ᥲ𐒑ᥣַᧉֵ ᵎ ︵ ̟⏜ ⃘𔗘 ̈ ́-̖ #𓈒 𝆹𝅥 𔗘 𓈒 ⊹ 𓈒 ◌ 𓈒 ⚹ 𓈒 ◌ 𓈒 ⊹ 𓈒 𔗘 𓈒 ⚹ 𓈒 ◌ 𝆹𝅥 𓈒 #͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ #ⓘ tysm for the 400 followers bbys !! #🍞！ #juyeon #juyeon moodboard #coquette moodboard #soft moodboard #edgy moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #clean moodboard #y2k moodboard #juyeon icons #bg icons #kpop layouts #bg moodboard #the boyz moodboard #vintage moodboard #random moodboard #kpop messy moodboard #beige moodboard

[ilovepedro]

400 followers!!! 🥹🤩

at work rn and hopped on to see this omg 🥹

thank y’all so so much!! from the bottom of my heart, i truly appreciate all of y’all 🩷🫶🏼

need to do something to celebrate!! perhaps with some more Frankie 🤭

#400 followers #yay milestones!! #tysm #<333

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Hey bookies😚🩷

I js wanted to come on here and say that I’ll be posting/writing sooner rather than later bc I’m almost done with my exams (thank the lord😩!) bc I’m sure yall have alr seen me posting more (even tho it’s js reblogs/replies) and been a lil confused 😭 so I rather say smth then nothing at all. I’d never wanna ghost my babies🥹.

Also I peeped the 400(almost 500 like wtf?) followers I’ve gained, thank yall sm😭!!! Crazy to think I js had 100 only, what? Like a couple months ago? Y’all is too sweet🤧🩷! And also welcome to all the new people here😚🩷 we have fun over here bby, so don’t be shy🤗.

I love you all endlessly🩷, and thank you for 400!!

#luvv4j4ybe11 #★ꨄ​𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔ꨄ★ #❣︎ꕥ𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔ꕥ❣︎ #mini rant #js wanna let yall know what’s up #i love you guys so so much #like tysm for 400 #400 followers #finna be 500 😜

[da-proti-toku-grem]

just realized that my poly!jo moodboard reached +100 notes in like 15 hours and I'm *head in hands crying*

#you guys are insane (ily <3) #also today i reached 400 followers wtf #like. people notice me? 👁👄👁 #(i don't really care about the followers count or anything like that; i'd keep posting even if i had juat 2 followers idc #- but i wanted to say that i'm so grateful for each and everyone of you who follows me and my silly little blog - #- idk why you do it but tysm ily <3) #mine #maca speaks #(it's past 1am and i'm an emotional mess rn and i run out of my sleeping meds and can't sleep so i'm going through it™ as you can see)

[ssturniolo]

Forgot about that last asked I'm sorry I just saw your last post

I’m backkkk

Nah you’re good! I’m halfway done with it so it’ll be out soon. The series might go all through November though 😭

Tysm for 400! 🤭

#lovely anon #fypage #sturniolo triplets #zoe talks ! #i’m backkkkkk #400 followers #tysm #i love you sm #next part soon #anon <3 #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #imagine

[vivihrts]

omg wtff 400 followers?! i had 300 followers like 3/4 days ago! we are growing really fast and i really appreciate that! i love you all so muchh!! and thank you for your love towards my blog :(

my fav blogs!! (not in any order)

@lezban, @tyunlouv, @yeritos, @baesol, @wonlita, @wonstars, @vaedxll, @seolvia, @iluvrei, @i094, @j-iwoo, @j-iheon, @yrminj, @webzzo, @dollienini, @souffle-fluff, @v6mpcat, @v8mphcn,@tzuvoir,@misdior and many more! (sorry if i forget you my brain isn't working atm)

#naomi ! #tysm! #400 followers #ily sm <3

[meuffin]

─ olá, pessoal! bom dia (tarde, noite)! como vocês estão? se a resposta for negativa, me chamem no chat, vamos conversar um pouquinho. . .

hoje, dia 10 de julho, um mês depois do criamento dessa conta, venho agradecer pelos 400 seguidores . . isso é muito grandioso para mim, pois foi tudo muito rápido! apenas um mês e logo de cara quatrocentas pessoas, uau, isso é muito foda! (desculpem pelo palavrão) . . eu infelizmente não preparei nada para agradecer, mas vou abrir as ask's para vocês mandarem pedidos ou interações no geral. . . sou muito grato por tudo isso, sério mesmo, MUITO obrigado. . . amo muito todos vocês! <3

#400 followers #tysm #stray kids

[gloriousrunwayninja]

OMGGG I JUST REACHED 400 FOLLOWERS TYSMMM I LOVE YOU ALL 😭😭💗💗💖💖🤭

#tysmmmm #tysm everyone #400 followers

[misty-purple-haze]

400 followers-

aYO THANK YALL SO MUCH!!!

I hope y’all enjoy my future works too <33

Tysm lovelies <3333

#400 fOLLOWERS- #IM SO GLAD YALL ENJOY MY WRITING SO MUCH #I hope y’all enjoy my future works too <33 #Tysm lovelies <3333

[leclerckins]

i'd lie [cl16]

❀ pairing (s) — charles leclerc x singer!reader (ft. arthur leclerc)

❀ desc — where you and charles both suck at lying...part 3 to this and this!

❀ notes — hi! its dina! first of all, tysm for 400 followers! <3!! i had so much fun doing this part (think i got too carried away teehee) inspired by i'd lie by taylor swift (lyrics are adjusted to match the imagine) i hope you guys enjoy this!! (includes google translated french! sorry if its wrong!)

yninstagram

liked by charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, lorenzotl, pierregasly and others

yninstagram my best friend my love my forever valentine

charles_ leclerc je t'ai aimé avant même de savoir ce qu'est l'amour (i have loved you even before i know what love is)

yninstagram et pour le reste de ma vie (and for the rest of my life)

lorenzotl FINALLY

ynsister FINALLY WE ARE CELEBRATING

ynupdates omg its happening everyone STAY CALMMMMM

ynluvr a lost for yn nation today.....can u fight charles_leclerc?

charles_leclerc

liked by yninstagram, lewishamilton, carlossainz55, pierregasly and others

charles_leclerc years later; it has and will always be you

yninstagram my favourite glow up <3

arthur_leclerc FINALLY

danielricciardo OH he got rizz....

lewishamilton why there are actual tears

joris_trouche mes personnes préférées (my favourite people)

cl16updates WE CAN SEE THE CELEBRATIONS STARTING

charlesyn moving like the IT couple yall are!

ynpics WE GOT THE HD VERSION OH MY GOD SOMEONE'S GRANDMA BOUT TO BE FREE TODAY!

pierregasly btw i've called this like 10 years ago

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc oneshots #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 instagram au

[mockerycrow]

Love your works! May I please get a "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere." with Ghost? Take your time, I love what you write!

400 Follower Celebration

—“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”— With Ghost

Summary: You’re apart of the 141 and Ghost recently had a near-death experience. You’ve been plagued with nightmares about the situation, but you try to hide it from him, feeling selfish about your night terrors. One night, you’re thoroughly convinced Ghost had actually died.

A/N: THANK YOUUU I KEEP BLUSHING ILY AND TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[WARNINGS: vomit, detailed nightmares, panic attack, gore, fake-death, angst, hurt/comfort.]

It was always the same nightmare. It was a repeat of that one mission months ago—nearly a year ago by now, where you and your team went to grab some important intel about a new uprising cartel that was showing some dangerous potential. It was a large compound, four floors including the basement, wide rooms with many blind-spots. Using your rifle equipped with a heat signature sensor, you swept room to room, leading your team through the building, putting anyone down who dared fired a bullet at you or your team.

You turn that familiar corner and your heart sinks. You’ve tried many times to change the course of this dream, but no matter how frantically you try to scream about what is waiting on the other side of that door, your mouth refuses to work until Ghost rumbles out, “I’ll take point.” You try to fight every muscle in your body to stop this, but it’s like the dream freezes until you continue down the.. “right path”. Quite literally is a living fucking hell for you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it except do what it wants you to do.

“Roger.” You mutter, backing up behind Ghost instead of staying in front of him and leading him the others. The others are always blank faced soldiers in this nightmare, but you know who is who. You pat his shoulder, aimming over him as you walk down the hall close together, hugging the wall. You’ve been through this so many times, you know to eye the floor and you watch the moment happen—Ghost steps on a pressure plate and—BOOM.

You’re always forced to watch it in slow motion; the wall being blown open right next to Ghost, watching the debris scatter everywhere, scraping yourself up as well as Ghost. He raises his arm to shield his face from whatever is happening, unable to process in time that a man wielding a sharp combat knife is pulling his arm back and comes down with it.

You watch the way the knife so easily slides into his rib cage, and it’s almost like you could hear it penetrating his lung like it did—but this time, the man rips the knife out and does it again and again and again—this has never happened before—Ghost’s falling to the ground, his blood splattering everywhere, fuck, it’s like the guy is trying to gut him—but you can’t move. You have to sit there and watch this man. plunge a knife in and out of Ghost’s chest until he finally decides to stab him deep and yank downwards, spilling his intestines and stomach—yet, his lifeless eyes keep eye contact the entire time.

Your eyes fly open, dizzy from your heart pounding and unable to focus, you throw the blanket off of you and you make your way out of whatever room you’re in—you’re too freaked out to know. Your chest aches and feels like there’s a hundred tons sitting on your rib cage, restricting your breathing. You keep walking until you bump into something and you manage to focus enough to notice it’s the bathroom door. Your hand shakily grabs the doorknob and opens it, and you already feel the vomit traveling up your throat.

You end up bent over the open toilet, body heaving with every exile of the contents of your stomach, which by this time of night is mostly just bile. Your head is spinning and your hands keep shaking and by this point, you really don’t care how clean this bathroom is. You lean your elbows on the toilet rim and hold your head in your hands, trying your best to stifle a sob, even though all you can smell and feel is his blood on your fingertips. Your tears drip down your cheeks and collect at your chin before dripping off.

You keep one arm on the toilet seat to keep your head propped up and the other goes around your stomach, which is twisting painfully inside of your gut, ripping another sob from you. You gag into the toilet, but you’ve already thrown everything you had inside. Your throat and nose burns from the stomach acid, but it doesn’t compare to the emotional pain of losing Ghost. You just stood there and watched him get gutted—why do you deserve to grieve when you could have prevented it in the first place? Someone killed the Ghost, and you let it fucking happen.

A large hand sprawls across the flat of your back which is accompanied by a low, gritty voice. Whoever it is says something, but you don’t quite hear them. It’s probably Price, trying to comfort you, trying to say there’s one thing you could’ve done to stop it, but you know there was something you could do, anything you could’ve done.

Price calls your name and you go to shove him away, but his hands wrap around your wrists, and the voice is more insistent. You choke on a sob and shake your head, struggling against him until you hear it—his voice. “Fuck, [Name], can you hear me?” Ghost’s voice. It’s his voice.

No. Your mind is playing tricks on you and you won’t fall for it, you won’t let yourself go through this horrendous grief for a second time. You try to curl up into a ball, wanting to grab at your hair or your clothes, just anything but be here. “Look at me.” His hands grab your face and force your face to look at him and..

It’s him. It’s Ghost.

All of your noises stop for a moment as you stare with wide eyes that are full of unfallen tears, eyes full of grief, all for him. Ghost stares back at you with uncharacteristically wide eyes, and you can see the way his hands are slightly trembling—he’s worried about you. Ghost’s eyebrows furrow when he sees your expression of anguish. “Hey—hey, what happened?” Ghost’s voice is so quiet, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he speaks any louder. Your hands come up to his mask and touch it and you burst into a harsh sob again, throwing your arms around him.

Usually, Ghost would hesitate. He would be reluctant to reciprocate such personal touch, such desperation, but he pulls you close into his arms without a second thought. Your hands grab his shirt and you breakdown into his chest, wetting the fabric with your tears. His heart slipped a beat because he’s never seen you like this—has never seen you break down this horribly.

He’d be here when you were ready to talk about it, but for now he’ll stay to hold you until your shoulders stop shaking. Ghost moves to sit on his bottom and you whimper in fear, like he’ll leave. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

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[cowboybin]

ahhh the changbin project is coming along.... slowly... but it’s going !

#also tysm for 400 followers wowie

[hoshigray]

So I saw this tweet and thought then and there: Toji's fingers and how deliciously thick they are. Just imagine you always looking at his hands and being in absolute awe every time you look at them...And Toji uses this little infatuation to his advantage, to which you have no complaints.

A/n: Now I know it seems like I'm stalling my make-up sex Toji fic, but please accept this as a gift from my procrastinating ass (I swear idk what's wrong with me, I'm recently getting back into drawing and trying to relearn everything waaaaaahhh)!! I saw the new trailer and squealed seeing Toji (nothing new, lol), but then that tweet popped up right after, and I noticed how thick they animated his fingers!! So I just ran to my keyboard, and boom! Here we are!! Also, tysm for 400+ followers like???!!! Y'all are far too sweet and kind, ya know that!? Tysm~~~

Cw: dom! Toji x fem! reader - fingering (obvi) - fingers in your mouth - Daddy kink - breast fondling - finger sucking - praise - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, kiddo, sweetie, sweetheart) - clitoral play (pushed down by finger)- mention of violence (reason for Toji's scars) - ends with overstimulation (fem! receiving).

Wc: 1.5k

There is no doubt that you love Toji unconditionally and blatantly. That is the truth. There's no denying he isn't an ideal man; both of you understand that. He has many flaws that you're perfectly aware of. Yet despite said imperfections, you choose to stick beside and love him as if he's worthy (which baffles the older, tall man).

There are many things you love about Toji. But if you could pick one thing you loved about Toji, it would be his hands. When he holds them, your hand is dwarfed by his big palm. When he pulls you close to him by the waist when you two are in a crowded area. Or when he cups your face and kisses you before leaving for hitman work.

Palms are rugged and large that effortlessly warm you up. Fingers calloused and decorated with faded scars that each hold a story. Veins that stem from the bulky arms contour all the way down to the back of his palms.

His hands. His big, rough, warm, and scarred hands. You love them so much. And you're not the only one who knows this.

Toji is no fool. He can sense your eyes observing him from across the room as he's washing the dishes from the kitchen. He doesn't have to lift his head to see you on the living room couch where you're supposedly reading something on your phone. But it was apparent your attention wasn't on the small screen in your hands.

"Whatcha lookin' at me for?" Again, not looking at you and finishing the dishes. His scarred lip twists into a smile when you cough nervously before responding.

"Oh, you know. Just looking at my man being so handsome washing those plates." You internally sigh in relief, saving yourself with a quick excuse.

Now Toji looks and grins at you, placing the last plate into the dish rack and drying his hands before walking up to the couch to sit comfortably beside you. His left arm is positioned behind your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. Your heart skips a beat.

Toji grabs the TV remote to change the channel to something interesting, probably sports or some sitcom. Not that you care, because you just watch his fingers press on the channel buttons and place the remote back onto the coffee table. His right hand then moves to his chin to scratch the slight stubble, and your orbs trace the outlines of the tiny scars that harbor on Toji's knuckles. He never entirely told you how those faded tissues came to be, but he'd say that he came out way better than the guy on the other side of his fists ("Fucker had it comin', sweetie. Shouldn't bring a knife to a fist fight.")

Despite coming from such rough events, you don't mind the scars on his fingers. If anything, they make his hands even more attractive to look at.

"Somethin' wrong with my hand, kiddo?"

Uh oh. Your eyes drift to Toji's face, sharp green eyes leer at you, and a smirk is plastered with a mischievous expression. I got caught!

"No, nothing's wrong with them." You place your phone on the coffee table, and your hands move up to grab hold of Toji's hand resting on his chin. "They're...I just like looking at them."

Toji lifts a brow as he hums, removing his hand from your grasp and placing it on your cheek. A big thumb lays on top of your plump lips. "Is that right, darlin'? Ya like my fingers, yeah?"

You nod sheepishly while turning into putty when his fingers squeeze your cheeks with affectionate warmth. The left hand that once rested on your shoulder snakes down to your chest, and small gasp results from the sudden grasp on your soft mound.

"You want Daddy's fingers, baby?" He asks while massaging your breast, lowering his head to your ear so his gruff voice makes you shudder. You answer him with hooded eyes and a wistful nod, his eyes narrowing slightly at the blissful sight. "Lay down fr' me then."

You follow his instructions as he spreads his legs, your upper body resting on his right thigh while the other stations your ass for him. He whistles before rubbing and kneading your ass, while your breathing becomes irregular when he removes your leggings, revealing your panties.

The position limits your view, so you use your senses to feel his fingers teasing from your spine down to the wet spot on your underwear. Your shivers aren't missed by Toji. He laughs. "Gonna be a good girl and let me use my fingers on ya, right, angel?"

"Yes, Daddy." Toji sneers at the title and slides your panties down, your pretty pussy glistening for him to see. Your breath hitches when you feel his left ring finger nestle between your folds. The thick digit slowly but surely makes its way inside you, and a short squeal leaves you when it's entirely within. "Relax, princess. Bein' so good fr' me right now." The older man coaxes you as your cunt adjusts to the finger, his right hand caressing your cheeks for comfort. He pushes the finger further when your breathing returns to a steady rhythm.

Even with the sound from the television present, Toji only listens to the mewls you let out every time he pushes and pulls his thick digit inside you, rubbing on the walls of your tight slit. He enjoys the view of your bare ass and cunt for him to see and toy with, silently humming to himself when listening to your cries of pleasure.

When he feels as though you've adjusted to his ring finger, his middle finger brushes between the lips of your pussy, prompting you to clench hard on him. He laughs at your reaction, "Easy, sweetheart. I know you can take more of me." Toji sneaks his middle between your wet cunt, and a giant gasp quits your body as your hands grip his grey sweatpants. The soft pants from your open mouth fill the room, only for Toji to insert another pair of fingers into your mouth. "It's okay, cry on these hands you love s' much."

And that's all you could do as you let the man bully your poor pussy, your mouth sucking on his right fingers in your mouth while his left-hand abrade your insides. Thick digits stretch your aroused hole, causing your heart to race and your skin to heat up.

"Mmmm, Mmmph!" Words are muffled, and a scream is prevented when you can feel the digits make a 'come hither' motion. The tips of his fingers scrape your velvety walls, your brain turning fuzzy while tears and drool render your face from the stimulating abuse you're going through.

His fingers slide in and out of your slick-covered pussy faster, and you accidentally bite on the digits in your mouth. But Toji doesn't mind, for he knows he's making you feel so fucking good. "Yer grippin' on me so hard, sweetie." His fingers switch to a slow pace, making sure the pads of his two fingers tantalizingly graze your hypersensitive sex. "Gonna come on Daddy's fingers?"

Finally, Toji frees your mouth. Heavy pants exit your lips pooled with drool, saliva from your mouth coats his right middle and forefinger that retreat to holding your face once more. "Yesss, Daddy. Haaaah, I wanna come on y— Aaahh!! F-fingers..."

How can he deny you when your tearful eyes beg for release? His emerald orbs go dark in hunger, and his grin widens with his teeth emerging from under his scar.

The rough digits in your cunt quicken in reckless haste, forcing out moans to fill the room yet again. The middle and ring fingers assault the gushy walls deep inside your squelching cunt, the noises on par with the thrilled whimpers that exit your mouth.

And Toji uses this to distract you from his forefinger aligning with your clit. When the index finger comes down and swipes around the tender bud, your moans turn into electrified screams, hands gripping the man's leg holding you up. With the erratic pace of the two fingers deeply scraping your pussy, along with the forefinger pressing down on your clitoris, your orgasm hits you with no warning.

You chase out your climax with a euphoric sob, walls fluttering around the fingers responsible for your hips stuttering. After a few moments, your body relaxes onto Toji's legs which keep you still. His right-hand rubs circles on your back.

"Did so good, darlin'." He praises you, and it ends with you blissfully dozing off on his lap.

...Or so you thought.

Because it hasn't been a full minute before he starts moving his fingers in your wet vulva yet again, the abrupt movement pushing out choked cries from your throat. You send Toji a confused look which is answered with his childish smirk.

"Oh, sorry, sweetheart," No, you're not! He's absolutely not. The speed of his fingers getting faster proves it, your sensitive clit getting overstimulated by his forefinger brushing against it. "But don't think I'd let you come just one time. Make a mess on my fingers, baby. Make 'em real dirty like you."

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk thirsts #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #jujutsu toji #toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x female reader #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji fanfic #dilf toji #smut #fanfic #anime smut